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PROBLEMATIC ・❥・

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abuse abusive anxiety crying daddy deppression issues mummy police sad selfharmawareness sexual story suicide trauma true

TRUE STORY!
"feeling this way is normal" 
well it shouldn be, i was 7 years old when i was first sat down in a police station for questioning
i remeber how sore and bruised my legs were and how badley my eyes burnt from all the crying
I remeber hearing my dad yell and my mum scream...
it was a horrible night 
but as much as i hoped.. it didnt stop...it continued for another 7 years before it stopped...or did it?All Rights Reserved

abuse abusive anxiety crying daddy deppression issues mummy police sad selfharmawareness sexual story suicide trauma true

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Unmask by mona_leighsah

"You trust me, don't you?" he says with a smile, that smile. It had fooled everyone, even me at some point, and for the first time I want to scream with rage and shake the earth to the core. "Give me a hug," he says pulling me out of the chair that feels like a rock underneath me. I am as stiff as a board as his hands circle me, making me feel worse than dirt. His hands reach between my thighs and I want to plunge a knife deep through his chest. The only thing stopping me is, the knife is no where near. I pull back and I don't try to hide the anger in my eyes. I want him to see it. To know that I am coming for him. Rape is chanted repeatedly in my mind, reminding of the lies I just told and the false accusations I am throwing on innocent people. He's probably figured it out anyways, surely a Priest as high as he cannot be deceived. But none of that matters anymore because...... This is just the Beginning.

Is It Love? by urlocalbookwhore

"Are you okay darling?" Reas soft voice echoed through my phone. "I'm okay, I just-" I stop suddenly. I don't want to ruin this, I might just feel like this because she's my best friend. Or it might be my drunk and empty brain tricking me. "You what?" She sounds worried, I don't want to worry her. "I just don't want to live without you, you make me feel safe. Thank you for always being here." I tried to word it in the most friendly way possible, I probably failed. "I won't ever leave." Her words brought a wave of relief, but I can't help the little part of me that thinks that's a lie. I really hope it's not a lie. ~~ Started: December 23rd, 2020 Finished: December 30th, 2021 COMPLETED

It started with a whisper (COMPLETED) #thewattys2020 by white-wolf-girl

"A hungry wolf at all the herd will run, in hope, through all, to make sure of one" I heard the whisper again as I sat on the forest floor, blood dripping from my wrists. I knew those words to well and with a gust of wind hitting my face I looked up to see HIM standing in front of me with eyes pure red. I smiled weakly "it's been a long time dev..." I closed my eyes then felt arms wrap around me. "To long that's for sure! What have you done" he growled. "Dev-oh no! What have you done!" I heard two other voice that made me smile. "You all left and moved on, now its my turn" I whispered. "Oh no it's not" and with that said I let out a piecing scream and I felt him bite my arm. ************* It started when I was 6, I was always the outcast of family and they made sure I knew it. So I wanted to leave and I tried believe me I really tried. But when I was going to jumped I heard THE WHISPER for the first time. And the words 'A hungry wolf at all the herd will run, in hope, through all, to make sure of one'. Suddenly I didn't feel so alone anymore and when I turned around, I came face to face with 3 people that are going to change my life forever. And it all started with one very little whisper.

Someone New by wambuimuiruriii

"There comes a point where you no longer care if there's a light at the end of the tunnel or not. You're just sick of the tunnel." - Who I am doesn't matter. How I got here doesn't matter. What matters now is I'm getting help, right? That's what they tell me here. They tell me that the road to recovery feels like a terrible butt fuck, but the fact that you're on the path to begin with, is all that matters. So as I sit in this circle of fuck ups, I realize just how different I am from them. I didn't attempt suicide because my mother was a crack addict who didn't want me. My father wasn't abusive. I didn't have a sibling die in a car accident. I was never really bullied either. I attempted suicide because, for the first time in years, I thought I had found something that could make me feel again... and after not feeling much at all for far too long, perhaps I went a bit overboard

Because You Are Beautiful [Para-noir pt 1] by SophieWarner1994

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The Test by EminemStanClan

They dragged me out to the police car. I feel weak. I had dried blood all over me and I could barely move my fingers. The two officers laid me against the car as they opened the door. They harshly flipped me over. "Anything you say may be used against you in a court of law." One of them says. Mostly everything that I heard was starting to fade and it felt like my ears were popping. "I didn't..d-do anything wro-.." I tried to say but my voice was too weak to continue the sentence. "You have the right to consult an attorney before speaking to the police and to have an attorney present during questioning now or in the future. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you before any questioning if you wish." Was the last thing I heard before I realized that I couldn't breathe.

Broken mind (Under heavy editing!) by wonderland_smile

I'm lost. Broken. And nobody knows. I help people, and when you help people, you don't get help. I couldn't look at myself think how a mess I was. It was too late for me to be fixed. Nobody could help me. I was too deep in it for being saved. I had too many scars and thought. I already had a broken mind. When I tried to kill myself and failed at it, they brought me to a mental facility. There I meet other teens with different stories and each with their problems. The longer I'm here, the more stories I get the knowledge. We come together to tell our stories so that we can move on from what hurt us in the past and what waits for us in the future. We're all strangers, but we're all living in this messed-up place call life. So can we overcome our broken minds. -2014-

My Kidnapper Likes Me by DakotaWiggins

I was walking to work one morning when a bag gets thrown over my head and I'm jerked back by two arms encircling my waist. My parents always told me this could happen as my father is the judge and put a high profile murderer behind bars. He set the bail at 1.2 million dollars and I honestly don't know why my father is still alive. I was in the courtroom but the little girl who was sitting next to me- maybe thirteen, so not really little- said there's no way he did it. Kids are a pretty good judge of character but I had to agree that some things looked off when the evidence was shown. The next thing I know the bag is pulled up some and a rag is put over my mouth and nose. I cringe inwardly at how cliché it is but hey chloroform does the trick and I'm out before we started moving.

Suicidal by aestheticwrite

"Don't you think you've done enough damage?" "...I was young and stupid." *** (2ND EDITION ON MY PROFILE...ADD TO GRT NOTIFIED WHEN I START IT) Suicide is known as a 'self- destroyer'. When someone thinks about killing themselves, they are titled as Suicidal. Alongside Suicide, Depression is a mental illness that almost always leads people to suicidal thoughts. Sometimes it will be a lonely Old Man/Woman. Sometimes it will be a little boy/Girl who has just became a teenager, but doesn't feel she is needed. Sometimes it will be a middle aged Man/Woman who seems to have her entire life together, when really they are torn into pieces. • And sometimes, like this time, it is a high school student who doesn't think she has any other path to choose, but suicide. *If anyone ever feels as if they have no other choice please get in contact with a suicide hotline [ 1-800-273-8255] *This story will contain self harm, and a little bit of language*

Behind every mean girl...there's a tragedy by Winchesters_united

The average human being spends every second of his day fighting against the force of nature to see another day. But I'm different. I'm not afraid of outside forces to take my life away - only myself. Approximately 10 years ago, something happened to me. Something really bad. But I'm not allowed to talk about it. As a way to release my frustration, I give hell to my body and everyone I come in contact with - especially my parents. No one knows about what happened except the ones who did it...and Him. But he didn't stay. Now, he's back and he's not talking either. I want to stop hurting, I need to stop. Make me stop.

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Unmask

"You trust me, don't you?" he says with a smile, that smile. It had fooled everyone, even me at some point, and for the first time I want to scream with rage and shake the earth to the core. "Give me a hug," he says pulling me out of the chair that feels like a rock underneath me. I am as stiff as a board as his hands circle me, making me feel worse than dirt. His hands reach between my thighs and I want to plunge a knife deep through his chest. The only thing stopping me is, the knife is no where near. I pull back and I don't try to hide the anger in my eyes. I want him to see it. To know that I am coming for him. Rape is chanted repeatedly in my mind, reminding of the lies I just told and the false accusations I am throwing on innocent people. He's probably figured it out anyways, surely a Priest as high as he cannot be deceived. But none of that matters anymore because...... This is just the Beginning.